weekly photo challenge

weekly photo challenge: masterpiece

The child claps his hands

playing alone, happily,

under a festive tree ~Issa*

artist: R. B. AH**

artist: E. R. H-A**

One of the best ways to understand how the over-all space of creative expression reflects its parts is to imagine yourself inside the space of the artwork…select a place within the composition where you would like to locate yourself for a few minutes of contemplation. …imagine…passing through different areas of the artwork…feel…energetic patterns. (152)***

Please visit WordPress to view other images/works of art submitted for this week’s photo challenge

souce

*The Spring of My life

Trans: Sam Hamill

**used with permission by the artist

*** McNiff, Shawn

Trust the Process

weekly photo challenge: the world through your eyes

With one who does not speak his every thought

I spent a pleasant evening. ~ Hyakuchi*

worldthroughmyeyes2

Things wabi-sabi have a vague, blurry, or attenuated quality—as things do as they approach nothingness (or come out of it).  One-hard edges take on a soft pale glow. Once-substantial materiality appears almost sponge-like. Once-bright saturated colors fade into muddy earth tones or the smoky hues of dawn and dust.  Wabi-sabi comes in an infinite spectrum of grays…**

This week’s  WordPress.com Weekly Photo Challenge submission:  a barn in southeastern Wyoming

sources:

*The Moon in the Pines

Trans:  Jonathan Clements

**Wabi-Sabi  for Artist, designers, Poets, & Philosophers

Leonard Koren

weekly photo challenge: pattern

In a discussion with Carol Jung,

one of the members of the Lamaist convent of Bhutia Busty, Lingdam Gomchen,

noted, “no one mandala is the same as an another”:

all are different because each is a projected image of the psychic condition of its author…

the mandala is a synthesis of a traditional structure plus free interpretation.*

pattern

A new post specifically created for this WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge: patterns

*A Dictionary of Symbols

J.E. Cirlot

Trans: Jack Sage

weekly photo challenge: change

In a new WordPress post created for this week’s challenge, share a picture that says CHANGE

one strand of hair

entangled in a hairbrush

a telling  – of age

change

The Brook

First time I passed the brook

it filled my eye.

The second time

it was a tiny snake.

The next few times

I only heard it cry

Behind me – I was afraid

for my own sake. ~G Burce Bunao

weekly photo challenge: unlikely

For this week’s photo challenge, I am resharing a post that tells the story of the loneliest whale in the world.  It is one of my earliest post and still touches my heart today for I believe her story is not unlike so many people today. It is unlikely that her story doesn’t resonate with many of us, young and old.  

In 2004, The New York Times wrote an article about how, since 1992, scientists have been tracking a baleen whale named, “The 52 Hertz Whale.”  She swims and sings alone in our earth’s vast ocean:

Not heard nor seen

She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one.

Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.

Apparently not only is her song indecipherable to other whales, she also doesn’t follow the typical migration pattern of its species, making it even less likely to connect with others.

Just imagine that massive mammal, floating alone and singing—too big to connect with any of the beings it passes, feeling paradoxically small in the vast stretches of empty, open ocean.

How many of us, because of our unique characteristics, walk alone on mother earth calling out for another, waiting for another?